Interruptions

During the months of January and February an illness flat-lined my energy, interrupted my motivation to function, zeroed out my momentum to write. March arrived. My good health returned, but not my motivation to write. I didn’t know where to begin. I wrestled with these questions, what’s the point and who cares.

Life uninterrupted lasted until April. Events lined up for the perfect storm accident to hit me. A fractured fibula in my right ankle knocked the rudder off my mobility to sail on. I wear well my new spring wardrobe, a purple cast up to my knee. A pair of crutches serve as my accessories. To my momentum interrupted add mobility compromised.

I am a pianist. On Easter Sunday I must play several music scores with other instrumentalists, including Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus. I need the use of my right foot for the sustaining pedal.

An Illness interrupted writing momentum. An accident interrupted mobility. What next? A revelation. I cannot jump out of my rudder less boat and hop around on one foot. Nor can I use my right foot on the piano pedal.

I recall a line of words written in a song… sometimes the trials of life, in my case an accident, are blessings in disguise. So, what’s the blessings?

I know the One who is the rudder to keep me on course through all the Easter Sunday music I play, and especially, Handel’s Hallelujah Chorus, while I use my left foot for the sustaining pedal. With a fractured foot, wearing a cast, and hobbling along crutches, the joy of the Lord will be my strength.

As for writing, this perfect storm accident causes me to sit. One must sit to write. This post is a beginning.